E - Entry for 03/08/19

Tuesday, August 19, 2003
23 + 4

Just a short one today because I am not doing this on work's time (I'm
not daft). Network down due to this new computer super worm. 9 to 5
just ain't worth living without email and internet access.

However, this Baby Bear is much happier because Bear is home. It's so
good to have someone to make cups of tea for and....

Mmmmmmmm backrubs.....

I haven't weighed up the negative effect of having someone to monitor
the cornflake intake yet, but if it gets too much I will just have to
put my paw down on the matter.

But the luxury of being about to have a bath before Eastenders is
exquisite

It's a good job bear is home. About an hour ago, my evil sister had the
bear faced cheek to knock on the door and ask for her jacket back that
she left behind the other day. Bear literally had to hold me back with
his crutch!

Sprog has been sitting in awkward position all afternoon and won't
move. It feels like I have an octopus living in my pelvis.

Since last night, I have been worrying I have an incurable disease and
only had 48 hours to live. This is the fault of the STUPID doctor's
surgery receptionist. Why do they think that they are God? Why do they
make you feel that you are below them, a mere patient?

I had a blood test at my last routine midwife appointment and because I
have been feeling a little run down she sent me for some blood tests.
The results came back to the surgery and this stupid woman rang me and
says I was to make a doctors appointment for as soon as possible. My
god, what are you supposed to think or say to that. She REALLY wouldn't
tell me anything else.

So today I leave work early and plod down to the surgery, sit in the
waiting room, really getting rather worried by now.

"Baby Bear, please?"

I go in and I sit in a chair opposite the doctor. He says "And how may
I help you, Miss Baby Bear?"

Baby Bear's Brain: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOW MAY YOU HELP ME? YOU DON'T
BLOODY KNOW???!!! "

"Errrm, the results of my blood test??"

The doctor scrutinises the computer screen for ten minutes before
telling me it's "nothing unusual for a pregnant woman of 23
weeks"

So there you have it, nothing what so ever wrong with this Baby Bear. I
could swing for that bloody receptionist.

That's it from me today anyway, I have cornflakes to be had and beside
I want to watch "Facelifts from Hell". Now that is my kind of viewing,
That DOES make me feel better about myself.

BB xxx
23 + 4